By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
“I wanna be with you all day
when I wake up and fall asleep,”
oh dear, we’re falling off the deep
end. I continue to downplay
my feelings. “Can’t wait for Monday,”
lay me down, backseat of your jeep.
“I wanna be with you all day
when I wake up and fall asleep,”
the floor is red, now. You don’t say?
The knife was cheap—one single sweep
tang of metal, heart in one piece.
Sorry… just wanted you to stay;
I wanna be with you all day.
